{kill me? or kill me not?} [Kiah]
May 5, 2014 23:24:47 GMT -5
Post by arx!! on May 5, 2014 23:24:47 GMT -5
eirwen birch
district 2 - eighteen - the devil's spawn
So what is it with these Blackmore boys and roaming around in dark alleys at night? I mean, I can't really complain as much as I enjoy lurking in the shadows, but it seems that this mission of mine always ends up with me stalking my prey through the shadows, eyes shining, teeth bared - as if I were the hunter and not the hunted. The Blackmore operations are special, and though few truly understand what sort of beautiful missions they participate in, I know that they only want you to believe that you are in control. But even trained professionals such as myself should fear this family - and only the smartest of us don't let our pride get in the way of that fact. (That makes me one of the smart ones, just so that is clear.)
Though my little chat with Logan the other night proved that my venom is potent enough to tame even the fiercest of beasts. A wink here, a smile there, and voila! Perfectly malleable boys within minutes. But something tells me that tonight will be much more difficult. Aragorn Blackmore. Head of house, or at least he played the part at the gathering not so long ago, and he was older than young Logan, even if only by a year. I'm excited really. Tonight will be much more exhilarating than my talk with Logan, though I will admit our conversation was much more ... fun than I had originally expected. Sadly, the boy with bone carved knives was still out of the picture when it came to becoming a Brother of the Asyrian cult.
But that didn't matter much seeing as his family was so large and each of them still were potential candidates. And as far as I was concerned, if we could convince the Blackmore head of household to join us, we would become unstoppable. The Solothurns would finally have their work cut out for them with the Blackmores after them. That's just how talented the Blackmores were, and the Mother of Asyria knew that. That's why my superiors continue to tell me that I need to pursue them and that is also why I found them so interesting. They love killing even more than I do.
I arm myself with my knives (I hid even more beneath my clothes this time around, fearing that Aragorn could be more aggressive than his younger counterpart.) I dress all in black, knives at each of my ankles and a a double chest sheath concealed by my black jacket. I tie back my hair and toss the hood onto my head, hiding each of my tattoos so that I don't draw any attention from those who understand what they symbolize. I just want to talk tonight, nothing more. Recruiting will not come until it is determined that he will be a trustworthy asset. Because without trust in our family, we would have nothing and our power would surely crumble.
Of course, if tonight went well, I fully expected to ... well, share a bed with someone tonight to be quite honest. But that was only if I decided to deem him worthy of a fun night with me. I've mulled over the fact that his good looks may just be used so that he can draw in victims and spit them back out without a heartbeat onto the street, but I figured the risk was worth it. Just as so many boys cannot resist me, there is no way any girl could resist Aragorn. So with my hopes set high, expectations higher, and fully expecting a thoroughly entertaining flirt fest, I jump from my bedroom window and continue stealthily into the night.
I place myself strategically in within the shadow of a building, leaning against the brick wall, waiting patiently to begin an act of sorts. I was ready for a night of fun - one that could top my encounter with Logan - and by adding the element of surprise, I was sure to gain access to the wild side Aragorn for sure. I pull a knife from it's sheath within my jacket and twirl the blade expertly between my fingers. Beauty at its finest. I've always been intrigued by finely crafted blades. And handsome bad boys. Tonight will be a combination of the two - I smile at the thought.
The sound of someone approaching makes me giggle a little, if only because I know that that someone is him. As a dark silhouette comes into view I call out, my heart beating with anxiety and fear - but also exhilaration at the idea of a conversation with one of the best assassins in all of Panem.
"Mr. Blackmore?" I say with inquisitive inflection, though I am certain it is him. "Beautiful night, isn't it?"
Though my little chat with Logan the other night proved that my venom is potent enough to tame even the fiercest of beasts. A wink here, a smile there, and voila! Perfectly malleable boys within minutes. But something tells me that tonight will be much more difficult. Aragorn Blackmore. Head of house, or at least he played the part at the gathering not so long ago, and he was older than young Logan, even if only by a year. I'm excited really. Tonight will be much more exhilarating than my talk with Logan, though I will admit our conversation was much more ... fun than I had originally expected. Sadly, the boy with bone carved knives was still out of the picture when it came to becoming a Brother of the Asyrian cult.
But that didn't matter much seeing as his family was so large and each of them still were potential candidates. And as far as I was concerned, if we could convince the Blackmore head of household to join us, we would become unstoppable. The Solothurns would finally have their work cut out for them with the Blackmores after them. That's just how talented the Blackmores were, and the Mother of Asyria knew that. That's why my superiors continue to tell me that I need to pursue them and that is also why I found them so interesting. They love killing even more than I do.
I arm myself with my knives (I hid even more beneath my clothes this time around, fearing that Aragorn could be more aggressive than his younger counterpart.) I dress all in black, knives at each of my ankles and a a double chest sheath concealed by my black jacket. I tie back my hair and toss the hood onto my head, hiding each of my tattoos so that I don't draw any attention from those who understand what they symbolize. I just want to talk tonight, nothing more. Recruiting will not come until it is determined that he will be a trustworthy asset. Because without trust in our family, we would have nothing and our power would surely crumble.
Of course, if tonight went well, I fully expected to ... well, share a bed with someone tonight to be quite honest. But that was only if I decided to deem him worthy of a fun night with me. I've mulled over the fact that his good looks may just be used so that he can draw in victims and spit them back out without a heartbeat onto the street, but I figured the risk was worth it. Just as so many boys cannot resist me, there is no way any girl could resist Aragorn. So with my hopes set high, expectations higher, and fully expecting a thoroughly entertaining flirt fest, I jump from my bedroom window and continue stealthily into the night.
I place myself strategically in within the shadow of a building, leaning against the brick wall, waiting patiently to begin an act of sorts. I was ready for a night of fun - one that could top my encounter with Logan - and by adding the element of surprise, I was sure to gain access to the wild side Aragorn for sure. I pull a knife from it's sheath within my jacket and twirl the blade expertly between my fingers. Beauty at its finest. I've always been intrigued by finely crafted blades. And handsome bad boys. Tonight will be a combination of the two - I smile at the thought.
The sound of someone approaching makes me giggle a little, if only because I know that that someone is him. As a dark silhouette comes into view I call out, my heart beating with anxiety and fear - but also exhilaration at the idea of a conversation with one of the best assassins in all of Panem.
"Mr. Blackmore?" I say with inquisitive inflection, though I am certain it is him. "Beautiful night, isn't it?"
i’m faking glory
lick my lips, toss my hair
and send a smile over
lick my lips, toss my hair
and send a smile over